Monday, August 16, 2010

Today is Charles Bukowski's birthday:

I've been celebrating by writing all day. And, of course, by getting blind drunk and nailing a once-beautiful woman with a now slightly large ass while the neighbors wail and break things.

And I offer my McSweeney's piece from 2004, "If Charles Bukowski Had Written Children's Books":

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/bukowski.html


The Whore Who Snored

Why is Grandpa Heaving?

The Years Will Fly Like Hummingbirds and One Gray Day You'll Die

Love Turns to Crap Like a Sandwich

The Alley Cat and the Wounded Dog Share Scraps of Bird and Dung

Uncle Hank's Sack of Empties

Wishbones Come from Chicken, Harlots Come from Hell

The Park Bench Where You Eat Your Lunch Will Be Your Bed Someday

Give Up Now


And, also, a laudatory and wry feature Roger Ebert wrote on Bukowski last year and posted again today on Twitter:

http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/pages-for-twitter/remembering-bukowski.html


Rest in peace, old man.

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